Heralds night's champions ‘pon the knoll.
Thund’rous charge o’ frantic hoof clod sodden earth below,
Cav’lier wind atop o' steed, spurred by excited trumpet blown.
From haven ‘seiged, und'r window ledge, spy jagged silver edge drawn,
Take ‘round your blanket child, pray now for morn'.
~ ‘Night’s Charge’, taken from ‘Poems To Cure the Unafraid Child’